| Even now I see him walking home at sundown
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| He’s whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side
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| I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket
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| And that factory dust was on his shoes the afternoon he died
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| I swore I’d never heed that factory whistle
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| In a banker’s cage I signed a loan against my future sins
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| All the neighbours shook my hand
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| And wished me well upon my leaving
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| Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of friends
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| See the beast upon the land
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| So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
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| And all these sad reflections on lost untravelled roads
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| While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
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| Give me back my father’s shoes and let me walk in those
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| Lost years in slumber
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| My stroke was good, the deals fell fast end easy
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| I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lion’s share
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| My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk
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| And boots of tender leather
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| And I walked in them the halls of power
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| But found no comfort there
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| So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
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| And all these sad reflections on lost untravelled roads
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| While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
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| Give me back my father’s shoes and let me walk in those
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| Lady lay these boots upon the fire
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| 'cause lady now I swear I’ll never wear this pair again
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| I meant to stand up straight and tall
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| It never was that easy
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| Now these soles are stained from walking on the dreams
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| Of better men
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| So take these boots that shine like Judas silver
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| And all these sad reflections on lost untravelled roads
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| While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
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| Give me back my father’s shoes and let me walk in those |